Kael POV
I hated this room.
The Grand Council Chamber sat at the very top of the northern palace, carved from black stone that seemed to swallow light. Twelve massive seats circled the center, each one sized for a dragon in their true form. High above, the ceiling opened to the sky—because dragons didn't like feeling trapped, even indoors.
Right now, I wished I was anywhere else.
"The South burns, and you ask us to wait?" Lord Vaerix's voice boomed through the chamber like thunder. He was ancient—one of the oldest red dragons still alive. His scales gleamed like fresh blood, and his eyes held the kind of anger that came from living through too many wars. "They murdered Queen Isolde and blamed us! This is an act of war!"
